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Chapter 2 - Where am I?

Ophelia woke up, in a small, white room. She was on a scratchy, twin-sized bed, and it had blue sheets. It wasn't very comfortable, but hey, at least it wasn't in the -12° snow outside. The room had a small side table, where Ophelia's glasses had been placed, and a trash can right next to it. The door was cracked open, and she could hear words coming from outside this room.

"Who are they?" a female voice asked this, they had a light british accent and a soft but stern tone in their voice.

"I ain't sure, but the DNA test says Ophelia Stockwood." This time, it was a more masculine voice, and it was a deep rough tone, with a southern accent mixed in.

Ophelia tried to get up, slowly, even, but she stumbled and fell back into the bed.

"Did you hear that?" The feminine voice commented on Ophelia's sudden noise.

"Yeah, do you think they're awake?" The masculine voice answered them.

Slowly, a figure peeked into the room. They were a little bit thin for their height. Their dark, purplish-black hair was in a messy braid down to their upper back. They had light blue eyes, and pale skin.

"Hello, can you hear me?"

The person stepped in, careful to not alarm Ophelia. They slowly walked over to the bed, and sat next to her.

"Hello, I'm Iris. Can you hear me?"

Ophelia nodded.

"Do you know who you are?"

She nodded again.

"Do you know why you were passed out on the sidewalk outside of the Gwen Furniture building?"

Yes, of course she knew. But, she would be asked if she could speak if she said yes. She could say no. That would be lying, though. She shook her head no.

"Alright, can you speak?"

Ophelia nodded again.

"Alright, what's your name? First and last names."

"My name... my name is Ophelia Stock..wood? Is that it?"

"Yes, very good. I'm so sorry, you just woke up from your rest.. you've been out for days. It's been 3 days since we found you, and who knows how long you were out before that."

The other figure stepped in. He was tall, taller than Iris, probably around 6'5". He was muscular, and less thin than Iris, definitely. His skin was a chocolatey shade, and his hair was a darker shade but not entirely black.

"Iris, is everythin' okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, Theo, I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."